The Scene: late afternoon at the office. Leslie has put a panel on an order form together incorrectly. She feels she has not received proper information…
Piled on the sofa amid pillows and blankets in front of a blaring television— nursing a mild cold on a nasty wet night. The Howie episode ended…
Two wonderful days off. Sleeping late. Going to afternoon movies. Napping. Relaxing. I went to St. Luke’s tonight— but left at the break with Bob…
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Rest and recuperation— I’m taking today and tomorrow off from work. After two full weeks, including weekends, of intense activity. I’ve managed my…
I wake up this morning thinking of thinking of Ann, the woman I worked with at J. Walker Thompson. Tall and thin— she moved with a graceful, catlike…

February 2023

The day begins off-center for me. I start to whine about Howie. This “sober” relationship is too tame— too calm. There is no urgency— no driving sense…
Strenuous days. Busy nights. Depression hovers on the horizon because I have to work this weekend. I’m tired. I don’t want to work this weekend. It’s a…
Wonderful day. High energy. Very busy at work. telephone call this afternoon from Condé Nast. I have an interview Monday, February 22nd— my birthday…
It is nearly eleven p.m.— I sit on the sofa in my underwear and a t-shirt smoking a cigarette— having just polished off a late-night snack of fried rice…
Home from hospitality at Washington Square. I was very much aware all evening of how loved and loving I feel at that meeting. It is a weekly dose of…
Midnight— exhausted. Worked until 10:00 tonight. Tiring but fun. I think I would hate work that never made these kinds of demands. But I know that I…
In a few moments I am leaving for Washington Square: Howie is qualifying tonight. I am calmly trying not to be the nervous wreck that I am. I am…